Camping Journals...and shtuff

Okay so you can't blame me for wanting to fit in as many blog postings as possible into one day because I have a goal of reaching 100 posts by the end of the summer, and I will do it. So I wrote the following while camping to make up for the days I wasn't able to connect to a computer.

6/28
Writing with my snazzy shark pen, yeah that's how I roll. Sitting in front of the yet-to-be-existent fire, and as Jeff Daddy is cooking the chicken on the BBQ I'm reminded of a poem I wrote in Ms. Sommer's English class. Wow, that sounds like a cue for a song, resembling what you experience in musicals, and not so well done ones at that.

Here's the poem I had stashed away...

Steak for Dinner

I recall Pinecrest Lake in June.
An expanse of powder blue sky osculates
the apex of the proud pine tree.
A sliver of smoke ascends, reaching for the heavens.
Its origin is a humble scarlet grill.

The snap, crackle, pops draw my attention
from the Dutch Blitz game I'm playing
with my sisters, to the Wilderness Man.
His burly face so focused yet tranquil.
The Wilderness Man is cooking the way
he has for as long as we can remember.
Flips the steaks over, shakes some seasoning
as it coats each piece so much that I sneeze
because the subtle breeze carries it from feet away.
Deftly covers the grill and wipes his charred
hands on his denim jeans.
It's time to eat!

6/29
Turns out camping doesn't leave a lot of room for spontaneous writing, especially last night when it was pouring down rain with a little thunder and lightning on the side. All last night I was going through a series of mental breakdowns whilst my body was wrapped in my sleeping bag, hiding from the raging storm outside. I can't even concentrate on what I wanted to say because I'm too distracted by the little kids playing baseball, their dog with the most obnoxious bark in the world (maybe the universe), and the parents who are just as immature as their kids. If there's one thing that's more annoying than immature children, it's immature adults. I only pray to God that I learn something from all the completely ridiculous married couples that I see and don't act the way they do. God only hopes. Which reminds me of a Jane Austen quote! As Mr. Knightly once said, "The truest of friends does not doubt, but hope." Yay for Mr. Knightly!